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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray any person living or dead, nor any known situation. This story contains themes of spanking, anal sex, and incest. Twenty minutes after her final class, Ashley Shirer appears at Mr. She leans against the jam, waiting for him to get off the phone. She is also dangerously carefree and cavalier.

Punished breasts stories

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Taken over the knee at fifteen is beyond the normal bounds of punishment. But first close the drapes, I want us to have some privacy. The shocked The swinging cross came first, then the incoherent babbling as she tried to fathom what he had said. Would he touch her, she wondered. That wasn't good enough for me, so I returned to the cardboard box, returning with a carpenter's hammer. Her body shook Punished breasts stories trembled, her pussy clenching and unclenching on the thick cock inside her.

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The Lamb in Wolf's Clothing Dr. I have Punished breasts stories riding crop I could use on them. No bra for her. I usually start with her breasts, for her routine discipline. He Punished breasts stories her body shudder. A Punished Wife Ch. Would you like that? And sometimes she has to put a clothespin on each nipple. It would just make fucking her easier. It was a string, then two, pulled tightly in front of her. She began to cry, tears atories down her cheeks as she felt breasfs hands continuing to molest her body. I said "demanded", as her voice rose with each word, not so much in volume as in pitch. Her body shuddered each time the crop bit into her tender flesh, the sound stodies out in the room, followed by her scream, her voice already hoarse.

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Today is Sunday and he came back on Friday night, he watched my videos but I hadn't followed his instructions well enough, i had not been hard enough on myself.

This is an account of my Saturday afternoon. There I stood in my jeans and no top and he looked at me and handed me 16 rubber bands, telling me to put them around the base of my tits. I had never been in bondage before and I really couldnt see how these small rubber bands that three of my fingers just fitted inside were ever going to fit over my E cup tits.

But he stood there looking and me so I tried. I pulled them apart and leant forward, somehow they went on. I wiggled to get my left tit through as far as possible and let go, to my horror the band just rolled of, I hadnt got it on far enough. The band rolled forward about half an inch then stopped.

Wow that felt odd, not really painful but not really comfortable either. He just stood there still looking, not saying anything. I got the hint and did the same to my right tit. When they were both on I couldnt help but look at them. They jutted out obscenely and felt so full and hard. The left was starting to get more painful. I looked at him and he finally spoke.

He handed me a piece of paper, and walked off into his study. I stood there, tits poking out, getting redder all the time, it took me a minute before I read the paper. Place the clip on one of your nipples and begin striking your other tit with the ruler. Count out as you do this and continue until I tell you to stop. Remove the clamp without opening it and repeat on the other tit. Ok I thought, I could manage that. I walked to the study, he was sitting at the desk, he didnt even look up.

I found the ruler and went to look for the clips, there were only tiny ones - 16mm is what was on the box - small is never good, surprisingly they hurt a lot more that large ones that look worse. I placed the clip on my right nipple wincing as I let it go and it crushed my little nub. I struck harder, but apparently not hard enough. He told me that this was the reason I was here in the first place - I had followed instructions but hadn't pushed myself far enough. I gave my tit a good hard slap and kept slapping - after I had struck my own breast 20 times he looked up, and told me to make sure the whole tit was red before going back to his reading it was work I think.

It was getting harder and harder for me to do but I continued, it must have been 50 slaps when he spoke again telling me to focus on my nipple and strike fast and hard He said nothing but looked at me expectantly, it was time for me to pull the clip or my nipple. It wasn't so bad, it was a little numb but once i got the clamp off the bloodflow returned and i gasped from the ache.

I knew what was next, get that tiny clamp onto my puffy nipple which was still throbbing from the slapping. I put it on, making myself squirm involuntarily. I started slapping my right breast, hard and fast, he periodically told me to hit higher, slower, faster, lower, the nipple, the underside My eyes were watering when i had finished, I lost count but I know it got more strikes than the other tit.

Then came the time to pull the clip off my left tit. Gasps escaped me again and my eyes watered but off it came. I wished i could take the rubber bands off too but I knew that wasnt what he wanted.

He handed me another piece of paper still not saying anything then looked down at his work again. I will tell you left or right. This one was going to be easier, rubber bands sting but dont really hurt, oh i was wrong.

I walked to the laundry, bending to take the washing out of the basket and put it in the washer made my breasts throb more My tits were bright red where they poked through the bands, around the bands was pale white. I rolled the bands off my breasts, one at a time. They throbbed more as the blood flow returned to normal. My tits were so sore but I knew what i needed to do. I started on the left flicking it hard to make him happy, he didnt even look up, I kept going, after maybe 10 minutes and who knows how many flicks i was gasping as I did it.

He finally told me to switch. Five minutes of flicking and he told me to go back to the left. Each flick felt like fire, but i kept going. He had me switch tits 5 or 6 more times, a good half hour had passed, tears were rolling down my face and even my fingers hurt from pulling the band back. I stood there massaging my bright red breasts. All he said to me was "here's the next one". Cover your breasts in as many pegs as you can.

Come and show me when they are covered. Ask me to whip them off with my belt. I managed to get 44 pegs on each of my breasts i wasnt kidding when i said i had large breasts! The ones on my nipples and areolas felt the worst after all the flicking i had done before, though the ones underneath were pretty uncomfortable as they poked my ribs because my breasts were forcing them down.

I stood in front of the desk. It was time to ask But he really wanted me to tell him exactly what I 'wanted'. He smiled and said he would since i asked so nicely. As he got up he told me to stand with my hands behind my head, fingers interlocked. It took him 17 whacks on my right tit to get the pegs off and 2 of those were directly across my nipples. My left fared worse 25 strikes with 5 hitting the nipple. My breasts burned from all the abuse After each swat he got me to tell him that I needed the rest removed - I was basically asking him to strike my breasts over and over again When he was done - I said thankyou and he gave me another bit of paper.

How much longer could this go on, was i going to be able to please him, was he going to fuck me at some point as that would make it all worth it! Face the window. Attach the clamps to your nipples and pull until you have to stand on your toes. Ask me to tie it off at this height.

Remain there on your toes until I tell you to stop. Clover clamps - now that was just mean - the more you pull the tighter they get and my nipples were already so swollen and sore. Better get it over and done with.. I put the horrid clamps on my nips, they were so sore from the earlier punishments it was difficult to endure.

I slowly got the string and tied it to the chain joining the clamps - i say slowly as moving quickly was too uncomfortable. He pulled it slightly higher causing me to squeal and he tied it off.

He went back to his desk and continued reading. I dont know how much time passed I was sweating, my feet ached, my breasts were sorer that i thought possible He got up gripped the clamps to loosen them and pulled them straight off.

At this point i really screamed. He moved behind me and began massaging my breats and pulling on my nipples, normally i love this but with all they had been through it just hurt..

When he stopped he went and handed me another paper. Open my top draw in the bedroom. Choose the bra you want to wear and put it on. Make sure you place your nipple correctly. Ask me to take you to your boxercise class. I will pick you up too.

I went to the bedroom, opened the draw and looked inside Right in the centre where the middle of my nipple would be there was a larger and longer bit sticking out, it was almost 2 inches long. Clearly the idea was to really poke into the depths of my breasts. I thought about it, the more movement the worse it would be when i was jumping.

I picked the small one. I little tacs poked and hurt but didnt break the skin. They felt almost itchy. The long attachment pressing my nipple into my breast was very uncomfortable, if it had been a bit longer my nipple would have been pushed to my ribs underneath! This was double cruel - it was poking the most tortured part of my breasts quite hard as well as causing the surrounding breast to poke out more into the little tacks. We got in the car and in i went to class.

I dont know how i got through the class, the constant prickle mixed with the throbs reminding me what had been happening to my breasts over the last couple of hours.

She opened the door, Uncle Bill already comfortable in his chair, wearing a smoking jacket, looking up as she entered. His cock was burning as he stroked deeper and deeper into his best friend's wife's ass. Lara arched her ass up from the bed when she felt the hot flesh pushed against her vagina. Staples, putting on your motherly role aren't you? He wrapped his arms around her tied and suspended legs and thrust into the woman's body in one hard thrust. Momma told me to do whatever you say.

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It made her feel strange and also uncomfortable. Why did he keep talking about her body? He stood up and his hands grabbed her around the waist, pushing her back towards the big desk in the corner of the room. It was usually cluttered, but this time the top was cleared off. Melissa jumped when his hands first grabbed her waist. This was the first time that he had touched her.

She felt a sudden thrill and also the fear of the unknown. She felt her ass hit the edge of the desk as she was pushed backwards. She saw him put the leather fly swatter on the empty desk beside her. Raise your arms up, Melissa, above your head. I expect your complete obedience. He saw the cashmere sweater rise up her stomach, a patch of naked flesh appearing.

She looked down and watched as his hands grabbed the bottom of the sweater and slowly drew it up, revealing more of her naked stomach to his gaze.

She wondered how far he would pull it up, afraid that he would uncover her breasts, leaving her half naked, a bra the only clothes from the waist up. He stopped when he reached the bottom of her bra. He wanted to give her a false sense of security. His hand began to run over her flat, tight stomach, his cock straining in his pants, threatening to pop the zipper open if it got any harder.

Melissa would have to do something about his erection before she left. He slowly let his hand rub her naked flesh, feeling her stomach muscles tighten as he did. He let his hand lightly tap on the flesh, his cock twitching when he heard the smack, smack of flesh on flesh. Except for the uneasiness from having a strange hand touching her so intimately and Uncle Bill being so old, it was not as bad as she thought it would be.

His hand lightly slapped her flesh. Ask me to pull it over your head, Melissa, ask me to remove your sweater. The realization came over her. He would be undressing her, which is why he made so much talk over her body.

He wanted to see her. He wanted to see her naked. He had every intention of forcing her to undress in front of him.

She knew she had lost, she would have to do as he said. Bill smiled as he slowly let the sweater slip up her body, her black silk bra revealed for the first time to his eyes.

They were not very big, her tits, but they would be his to do as he please. And he had some many ideas, some of them very painful. He pulled it up her arms until it pulled from her body and threw it over onto the leather couch. He marveled at her body, his body to do as he pleased. A position that would make your stomach very prominent. Sit on the edge of the desk, from the side, I want you to be able to stretch out. With resignation, Melissa sat on the edge of the desk, pulling her skirt down as far as she could, the material insufficient to cover much, most of her naked legs showing.

She felt Uncle Bills hand push down on her naked stomach, pressing her back onto the desk until her lower back hit the plush pillow. She could feel the strain in her shoulders and back as her head and shoulders bent further back, arching her stomach up into the air.

She could feel the cool air on her legs, knowing that the short skirt was not hiding much. He grabbed both of her small hands, would she be able to get them around his cock, they were so tiny.

She had never noticed them before, though they must have been there. Do you understand, Melissa, under any circumstances are you to let them go. She stretched her arms back and grabbed the hard, unyielding metal rings, her small hands clamped tightly around them. Her back already began to ache, the pillow forcing it to bow.

She shut her eyes, not wanting to see Uncle Bills face, afraid of what she would see in his eyes. She heard him moving around, and then felt his hands on her naked knees at the foot of the desk. Your short skirt has ridden up a considerable distance, showing me a lot of naked flesh.

As soon as I finish with your stomach, I will be working on your inner thighs. Melissa squirmed on the desk as she felt his hands taking liberties with your young body.

Her eyes tightened as she imagined him leering at her exposed body, his clammy hands running up and down her naked legs, his eyes trying to look up under her short skirt. He caught a quick glimpse of black silk panties. Her hands gripped the handles until they were white as she allowed his hands to open her legs, her body trembling as she imagined how exposed her sex was to his gaze. She felt his hands continued to explore her naked legs and now she felt her legs graze his hips as he stood between them.

Bill stood between her white thighs, his hips keeping her spread open for him. Her skirt had ridden up so high, he could catch a glimpse of the black panties tucked up beneath.

His cock twitched in anticipation. He grabbed the leather fly swatter. He let the fly swatter hit her taut stomach, a rush of air shooting from her mouth, her eyes opening wide in surprise as she felt the sudden rush of pain emanating from her stomach.

She sucked in another breath before the fly swatter came crashing down again, a sharp pain rushing to her brain. Bill let his hand rub her stomach slowly, then the fly swatter would return again to inflict its pain, alternating between soft, caressing rubs to painful splats to her reddening skin.

He stopped with the fly swatter, but commenced with the slapping with the flat plane of his hand, feeling the heat the slaps were generating. Melissa was squirming on the table, her thighs rubbing sensuously against his hips, not in pleasure, but to escape the pain he was inflicting. Finally there was silence. She waited and waited until she finally opened her eyes, Uncle Bills face staring intently at her.

She felt his hands still on her stomach. You were a good girl, Melissa. Keep up the good work. Hold still for a minute, then you can get up and we can continue. They quickly moved over the top of them, grasping her tits in the palm of his hand. He released his grip on her tits, and helped to pull her up.

Now stand up, quickly now. We still have more to go, this time it will be your thighs. He pushed a button near the desk and a bar came down from the ceiling, it was like a trapeze bar except this had thick leather cuffs on each end, the bar over five feet long.

Can you do that, Melissa? Her body shuddered in fear, it kept getting worse. Her arms reached up and her small hands gripped the bars, holding it tightly. Has any of the boys ever done that to you, Melissa, try to feel up under your skirt?

She felt the hands slipping under her skirt, moving up her hips, over her naked flesh. They moved up higher, moving behind her, almost grasping her panty covered ass cheeks. She started sobbing when she heard his next words. She was thinking of Melissa. She can take care of herself, she is a big girl. And it is not so bad, I went through it. Bill will just probably spank her and let her go. She went back to her friends, drinking and talking.

Her crying became louder, her sobs choking back the words. And with those words, she felt him turn her around, the bar circling, allowing her to continue to grasp it tightly as she was positioned to be stripped of her skirt.

She felt his hands, they did not seem to care, moving over her plump ass cheeks, making no attempt to conceal their purpose. She felt the fumbling of his fingers on the button. The sound of the zipper pulling down sounded so loud. And then she felt the material slipping down her naked legs, falling to the floor beneath her. She could feel his breath on her ass as she continued to sob.

His fingers traced up the inside of her thighs, barely able to enter, her thighs clenched tightly together. He teased her, his finger tracing up and down the divide of her legs, almost touching her panties before running back down again.

He watched her clenching her thighs together, stopping him from having his way with her. Melissa balanced precariously, her arms holding the bar preventing her from falling over as she was balanced on one leg, Uncle Bill bending her leg and placing her ankle on the top of the desk.

Her legs were now at a right ankle, one pulled out straight onto the desktop. Her crotch felt so exposed and open. The pillow was softer, but her leg was now arched up higher, her thighs straining from the unnatural spread of her legs. She looked down and was humiliated at how she looked, her crotch was so open, her panties just barely covering her sex, a few stray strands of hair peeking out from beneath them.

Her naked thigh was now completely exposed. She heard the sound of a motor, the bar again rising up higher, Melissa having to stand on her toes to continue to grip it tightly. Bill liked how she looked, her sex so openly display. He imagined how she would look if her panties were gone, how her sex would be opened up. Soon, he thought, soon I will have her naked, maybe next week. He felt her body trembling, partially from holding such a taut position, partly in fear as his hands continued to rub her skin within inches of her panty covered sex.

He moved closer to her, his hip banging into her panty covered pussy on purpose, pressed hard against it. He could feel her pussy lips beneath the scanty garment. She had never felt anything like it. His body was rubbing against her sex. The thin, silk panties did little to cover her vagina. She felt one hand grip her leg at the knee. He rubbed the spot he had hit, feeling the heat already, seeing the pink skin already turning redder. His hands returned to caress the hot flesh.

He continued to rain down slaps to her sensitive inner thighs, her body shuddering in pain as he did. But she maintained the position, held the bar tightly, making no attempt to stop the punishment.

Her thigh was turning a dark red. He switched to the leather fly swatter, the intensity of the slapping increasing. After a few minutes, he stopped, turned Melissa the other way and put her other leg up high on the desk.

He now had fresh, pale skin to work on. He immediately began to strike her untouched flesh with the fly swatter, the splats ringing out in the room. She had begged him not to do the other leg, laughing as he rejected her pleas. She felt his large hand grip her panty covered sex, his finger slipped between her pussy lips. Melissa squirmed as she felt the pulsating hand on her pussy.

This was the first time any boy or man had ever touched her there. She could feel the heat from it, it moving slowly, wedging itself between her pussy lips. She could not move away from it, only able to jerk her hips back a little, but having to return or losing her balance. It looked like she was trying to rub up and down against it.

She tried to hold still, pushing against the hand, forcing it further between her pussy lips as she did. He could feel the heat and wetness on his fingers as he gripped her sex. He continued on with the slapping of the fly swatter, letting his finger move slowly, rubbing around her pussy as he continued to abuse her thigh.

Bill stopped, moving his hard cock against her leg, both of his hands reaching down between her legs, one in front, the other grabbing at her spread ass cheeks, gripping them tightly, making her feel his hard cock on her flesh. She felt his hands touch her, not accidentally but gripping her from the front and rear in his large hands, clenching and unclenching on her almost naked sex.

She stood there, subjecting herself to his fondling, feeling his fingers running over her almost naked flesh. Finally he released her, stepping back to admire her body. Her face was flushed, her thighs and stomach a dark red, the black panties and bra in sharp contrast, standing still in her shoes and socks, now seemingly out of place. He walked over to the couch and sat down.

Melissa picked up her sweater and skirt, and began to pull the sweater over her head. I want you still in your underwear. Come over here and sit next to me. She sat down next to him, her legs clenched tightly together.

He felt her scoot closer, unable to prevent him from having his way. He moved his head closer to hers, his face only inches from her cheek. Just obey a little more and you can go. Melissa felt revulsion as he cuddled her as if she was his girlfriend. His face was only inches from hers. She felt something hard, his penis and pulled her hand back quickly. I have a riding crop I could use on them. His cock twitched as he felt her hand touch his pants. She felt him rubbing her hand on his pants, feeling the rock hard member beneath it.

A cock or prick is hard. You may call it my prick. Can you say that? His hand continued to manipulate hers, feeling the penis beneath her fingers twitching. He was making her say and do things again. Here she was, still half naked on the couch, rubbing his prick and saying the word to him. God, would it ever end. I know you can make me cum, your hands are so soft and gentle. Her hand stopped rubbing, then began to rub again.

God, what was her mother making her become. I want you to cup my balls. He felt her other hand reach down and tentatively grab his balls. She listened to his commands and obeyed, stroking his prick up and down, grabbing it tightly through his pants. Her other hand reached further down his pants, finding two round objects, her hand gripping them tightly and squeezing them.

She heard him groan, not sure if in pain or pleasure, so she did it again, this time harder. She was rewarded with another grunt. She ran her fingers up his shaft until she reached the end and then did as he said gripping the head with two fingers and digging them into it deeply.

It was hard, yet still soft, her fingers pushing into the yielding flesh. She felt proud of herself as he continued to encourage her. She was good, she might not know what she was doing, but she was doing it intuitively, her hands making his prick harder.

You make my prick so hard when I punish you, you will have to relieve me before you are finished. I will teach you how to pleasure me. He reached for her head and turned her towards him, his lips reaching out and touching hers, his tongue seeking entrance to her lips. Why was he trying to kiss her? She turned her head away, her hands returning to stroke his prick again. He was getting too aggressive, treating her like she was his lover.

She had to get him off soon. Her legs were spread in a wide V, the black panties outlined by her pale, white skin. His hand began to run up and down her thighs, each time moving closer to her panty covered pussy.

His other hand reached up to her naked belly, running over the hot, red skin. She could feel his fingers becoming more urgent, the one on her belly sliding lower, down over her abdomen, slipping cautiously into her silk panties, sliding down over her naked flesh. The other continued to rub her thighs, his knuckles moving against her panty covered pussy, each time with more force until he started to grind them into her pussy lips. It was time to end it, she begin to masturbate his prick faster, her other hand massaging his balls gently as she felt him begin to shudder.

So that is what it felt like when it came. Her fingers continued to rub the member, fingers pinching the head, hearing his groans when she did. His hand rested on top of hers, slowing her movements to a clenching and unclenching on the spewing prick inside his pants.

He could feel the wetness as he shot a load of cum inside his shorts. Can I get dressed and leave? Bill nodded, satisfied. I look forward to another enjoyable evening with your beautiful body. I have so much to teach you. The door slammed shut, leaving Bill slumped in the chair, his shorts wet, filled with the cum she coaxed from his balls, satisfied. Chapter 2 Spanking and Breast Whipping. It was Friday night again, almost 7 p. Again, clothes that would make her look younger.

A short skirt, even shorter then before, red plaid, classic schoolgirl. This time it was a tee-shirt, a very expensive tee shirt, soft, plush material.

There was no bra. Panties were red, very silky. Melissa came into the room from the shower, a short towel covering her naked body, sweet smelling and fresh. A lamb being led to the slaughter. Now you be a good girl and obey Uncle Bill. I have to rush, the girls are waiting outside. And soon, they would find a place of their own, a place where Uncle Bill would not control them.

Melissa began to dress, dropping the towel to the floor, catching a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror. Her breasts were small, but each capped with such a lovely pink nipple, surrounded by a dark areola, contrasting the white, pale breast flesh. Her hips and ass were filling out, her tiny, blonde bush barely able to cover her puffy pussy lips. She slipped the red panties on, the feeling of the silky materials so nice after the cotton panties she wore during the week.

She pulled the skirt on, trying to pull it down, barely able to cover mid thigh. She pulled the tee shirt over her head, smothering it down, almost like a second skin. The soft material clung to her young breasts, molding around them. She turned red when she saw how hard her nipples had become, poking out the thin material. She glanced at the clock, only five minutes, hurrying to finish dressing and running down to the library to arrive just as the grandfather clock in the hall rang seven chimes.

She opened the door, Uncle Bill already comfortable in his chair, wearing a smoking jacket, looking up as she entered. She stood in front of him, her arms raised up, hiding her hard nipples. Lower your hands to your side.

She lowered her eyes to the floor, not wanting to see his expression as her hands lowered, her breasts now uncovered. I like how it clings to your small breasts. And look at your nipples. The boys already do that at school. He stood up and walked next to her. I told you I love small breasts like yours.

His finger rubbed gently over the nipple, feeling the blood rushing to the tip. He felt her body shudder. His hand was cupping one of her breasts, his finger stimulating the hard nipple.

He was the only one that appreciated her breasts, everyone else made fun of how small they were. She knew it was wrong that he was fondling her young breast, but she could not stop the only person that liked them. She felt his hand move across her chest to cradle the other one, his fingers again pinching lightly on her nipple, feeling it get even harder.

She looked down, embarrassed as she saw his hand squeezing her breast, his finger rubbing her nipple. Then she remembered why she was here. Uncle Bill brought her to be punished. Uncle Bill was almost feeling sorry for her. It is time for you to be punished for being a bad girl. Like all little girls that are bad, they need a spanking to punish them and that is what you will get today. A chair without arms so that lovely Melissa could be bent over his lap, her ass ready for a spanking.

I could use a belt instead of my hand. Would you like that Melissa, a nice thick leather strap on your ass? She began to sob, going from bad to worse. That would hurt too much. He smiled as she submissively moved over to him, situating herself to the side of him. She felt his hand reach out and push down on her side, guiding her down onto his lap. Lower and lower she went until her head moved down towards the floor, the upside down position making her a little dizzy. Her hands reached for the floor, trying to steady her body, feeling like she was going to slide off and fall on the floor.

She could already feel his hard penis pushing into her stomach, her weight pushing her down onto it. She felt the cool air on her legs, not knowing how naked she really looked, the short skirt had not covered much before, the bent over position of her body drew it up even higher. You must take your punishment. His cock jerked against her stomach as he saw her naked legs, the short skirt had ridden high up her thighs, a peak of red panties showing.

He molded his hand over her ass cheeks, feeling her body tense as he intimately grabbed her ass cheeks in his palms, grabbing them tightly as he caressed the young flesh before him.

Back and forth his hand went, gliding over the taut flesh, feeling her body move about, rubbing over his hard cock. His hand moved lower, her body jumped when his hand trailed down to her naked thigh.

She could only imagine how naked her legs were, his hand now traveling down her butt only a short distance before it reached her naked thigh. God, she thought, it must be almost up over my panties, his hand on her naked thighs only inches from her panty covered sex.

She squirmed, feeling the penis moving against her like a snake, jumping and twitching. I so enjoyed punishing them last time. She jerked again, his cock thrilled with her movements.

You are going to have to make me cum again. His hand rose and fell hard onto her right ass cheek, slapping hard into the young flesh. God, would she be able to stand it. The blows came suddenly and without let up. One, two, three, four in a row, alternating between each butt cheek, the burning spreading to her whole buttocks. Then he stopped, his hand returning to lightly caress her cheeks again, moving back and forth from one to the other. At least the pain had stopped, enduring the fondling of her body again.

His hand even stung a little, but that was immaterial to the sexual excitement he was feeling as he spanked her young ass. But I think your skirt is taking too much of the brunt of the spanking. He tucked it above her waist, his hand returning to her panty covered ass cheeks.

She could feel her butt being uncovered, squirming on his lap but unable or unwilling to stop his fondling of her young body. She had to endure whatever he did to her, for her mother and her sake. She began to cry, tears running down her cheeks as she felt the hands continuing to molest her body. Four times, then the hand returning to fondle her body. Uncle Bill could feel the heat in her ass cheeks from the spanking, his hands running over her cheeks. He could not wait much longer, wanting to see her naked ass, seeing how red he was making it.

His cock jerked when he heard her sobbing, her cries of pain making him harder. Her butt cheeks went from burning sensation to be extremely painful. His hand continued to beat down on her flesh, then returning to caress her ass like a lover would do, her body tense, waiting for the next blows. He could see her thighs turning red where he had hit them. I want to spank your naked ass. Now back down so I can lower your panties and continue your spanking. She could only sob, her head falling back down, resigned to the fate of being stripped naked.

She felt his fingers at her waistband, pulling out on the thin garment, pulling them slowly down her buttocks. He was teasing her, letting her feel the humiliation as he slowly uncovered her naked butt. He had never felt such nice flesh before. It had been a long time since he was with a young girl, not since he was the same age. He had almost forgot how good the taut, young flesh felt as he ran his hands over it, gripping the skin between his fingers, his cock jerking in anticipation.

He pulled his hand out and let her panties slide down over her hillocks, her plump ass cheeks beckoning him. He could see her cheeks already turning red. His hand ran up and down her ass crease, watching her buttocks clench tight, teasing her with his fingers, trying to prevent him from entering between them. He would leave that for later. His hand rose up and came slamming down on her naked ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing out in the library.

He body bounced up and down, her head shaking back and forth, crying as she suffered the spanking. Her ass cheeks turned bright red, each cheek bearing the punishment she had received.

Her ass was a mass of pain, the spanking taking a terrible toll on her young body. His hand returned to caress her again, clenching her buttocks, her thighs pressed tightly together to keep his molesting fingers and hands off her most intimate charms.

He let her have her way, fighting his roving hand. He would make her submit later, when he was ready to cum. He spanked her again, her cries now louder then before, her ass cheeks now sensitive to anything touching the hot flesh. Four more times he beat her naked ass, finally stopping, her head hanging down, her breathing rapid. He let his fingers linger on her ass cheeks, teasing her ass crease, moving up and down, his finger reaching almost down to her pussy, her body jerking away in defense.

You may get up now. He watched as she rose up, her panties still below her ass cheeks, the skirt falling down to cover them. She reached back, pulling them up, a small moan as the pain returned when the fabric hit her hot, sensitive flesh. He pushed her over to a large, wooden chair, the back going up at least four feet.

He placed a pillow on the seat and pushed her down into it. She did not know what was in store for her, but anything was better then more spanking. Or so she thought. Her arms rose up, moving up the back of the chair. Melissa complied, the tone in his voice very demanding. She felt the tee shirt moving up over her breasts, the cool air dancing on her nipples, plucking them into hardness. She felt it pulled over her head, now naked to the waist. She started to put her hands down.

She stretched them back up, her tits riding up high, her nipples pointed and hard. She did not notice the leather straps on the back, not until she felt one of them being secured around her wrist.

She was resigned to her fate as she let him secure her other arm with a similar leather strap. He secured more leather straps to her arms, this time at her elbows, her arms now pinned securely. He had so wanted to touch her naked breasts as he stripped off her tee shirt, but he waited, waited until he had her secured. His hands reached down to her small breasts, his hand cupping them again like before, his fingers feeling the young, naked flesh beneath them.

He crushed them with his hands, feeling the spongy flesh under his grip, his fingers playing over the hard nipples, pinching them. She moved her body, but was unable to escape his molesting hands and fingers as they played freely over her naked breasts.

When his hands moved down her sides, she shifted her hips in the chair, hoping to escape the roaming hands, not even caring about the pain in her butt cheeks as the tender skin chaffed on the hard chair. His hand returned to her face, pushing the hair from her eyes. She had a bad feeling, a feeling of impending doom. His hands returned to her breasts, loving the feeling as he molded them with his hands, his fingers plucking at her nipples, snapping at the hardening buds.

The shocked look came first, then the incoherent babbling as she tried to fathom what he had said. I will begin with some slapping of your breasts, paying close attention to your nipples.

Then I will stretch them up by your nipples and take a riding crop and whip them from top to bottom. I will enjoy when I hit your areolas and your nipples. That is why you are tied so securely. His hands moved up to her face again, pushing her head back against the back of the chair, suddenly finding another strap which he secured around her forehead, not allowing her to see what he would do to her breasts, her eyes situated only forward.

She felt the slap first, then the pain as his open hand slapped her breast upward, making the small tit dance up, jiggling as the sting registered in her brain.

She did not have to wait long before she felt his hand return, this time hitting her other breast, feeling the firm globe bounce around, her nipple taking the brunt of the slap. I love to spank them and whip them. So firm, the whip will bite into them so painfully, not much flesh to absorb the blow.

He could see them turning red, the nipples swollen, her moans of pain growing louder. She could not believe the pain he was inflicting on her young body. Her breasts were rocked with pain, a burning pain emanating from her nipples. They seemed to be swollen to twice their size, making them easier targets. Suddenly he stopped, his hands returning to caress her globes again, his hands cradling the pain racked flesh, his fingers flicking across the swollen nipples.

She felt his fingers playing with one of her nipples, twisting and turning it painfully. Suddenly she felt something touch it and tighten on. She groaned in pain, as it squeezed the hard nipple tighter, cutting into the tender flesh. The same happened to the other, first the fingers, then the pain.

Her eyes staring straight ahead first caught a glimpse of it as Uncle Bill pulled it in front of her face before it went out of her eye sight, moving above her. It was a string, then two, pulled tightly in front of her. He must have attached the strings to her nipples.

Very tight, they will not pull off. They were pulled almost two inches long, the tiny nipples turning white as the blood was pushed from them. He stopped, feeling the fumbling, knowing that he was tying the string to something, the strain on her nipples continuing. Uncle Bill pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking it as he looked down at Melissa.

Naked from the waist up, her arms stretched up into the air, bound tightly in two places to the back of the chair, thrusting her tits out. And her tits, her nipples encircled by the tight string and pulled up to the top of the chair, the nipples over two inches long, stretching her breasts out and up. He rubbed the whip on the underside of her breast, feeling her body jump in response. She heard the sound of the whip hitting, the splat as the leather riding crop hit her tender underside of her right breast.

It took long seconds before the pain reached her brain. Her chest heaved up and down, her breathing ragged, pulling harder on her swollen and stretched nipples.

Uncle Bill could not wait, the whip slashing out on the unprotected underside of her other breast, her scream making his cock jerk in pleasure. Her body was held tightly, unable to stop the abuse of her body. He slashed the whip back and forth, moving closer to her stretched nipples each time.

Her loudest scream came when the whip lashed at her areola and pulled on her stretched nipple. The pain was intense, feeling like he was separating her nipple from her body.

Tears were flowing from her eyes, her sobbing and crying unable to block out the sound of the leather punishing her young, tit flesh. Her body shuddered each time the crop bit into her tender flesh, the sound ringing out in the room, followed by her scream, her voice already hoarse. Her mother was on her fourth drink, having found an adequate male to buy her drinks and dance with her. She remembered Melissa and what she was doing, but the man next to her pulled her from the seat to dance, holding her close, his hard cock rubbing against her pussy.

Melissa was soon forgotten as her pussy began to get wet. Uncle Bill stroked his cock as he looked down at her breasts, now criss -crossed with red marks, the whip taking a toll on her white flesh. Her nipples were dark red, swollen from the whip and the tight bondage of the string. He moved his hands down, encircling her breasts with his hands, feeling her flinch from the pain of having her whipped breasts touched.

He began to pull the string from the top of the chair, her breasts falling back down, the nipples still trapped. I can just barely feel them. He yanked on the strings, pulling them painfully from her nipples, abrading the nipple flesh as they tore off. The pain as the string was torn off was bad, but as the blood returned to the tips, the shooting pain returned.

Untie me and I will rub your penis real good. But you can make me cum. She was startled, not expecting that. He wanted to put his penis in her mouth. She wanted her to suck it. Then I expect you to swallow it. Can you be a good girl and do that, Melissa? Or should I whip you some more, maybe between your legs, on your sex. Would you like that? For me to tie your legs open and take the riding crop onto your spread pussy?

He would enjoy doing that to her. His penis twitching as he whipped her tender sex. It was bad enough on her breasts, she knew she could not stand a whipping between her legs. His hands stroked her face, wiping her wet hair from her face, drying the tears on her cheeks. He traced his fingers over her lips, his finger sliding inside her mouth, her lips parted, not stopping him, knowing it would be fruitless.

He stroked his cock and held it up to her face, jumping as it felt her hot breath on it. He saw the look on her face, the look of disgust at the task she must perform.

She opened her mouth, wider, seeing how big his cock was, only inches from her lips. Slowly he eased his hips forward, the head of the cock sliding along her lips. She could feel the wetness lingering on her lips, her tongue accidentally touching it, tasking the salty fluid.

It was thick, sticking to her tongue. Keep doing that and tighten your lips around it. Then gently suck in, as your tongue licks it like a lollypop. Lick my lollypop? She could not move her head, her mouth only a receptacle for his penis.

She gagged at the first taste of his cum, the salty taste awful, refusing to go down, lingering in her mouth. It continued to leak into her mouth, her tongue seemingly dragging it out, unable to prevent it from dripping into her mouth. She felt him lift up his balls and rub them on her chin, his cock pushing farther into her mouth, her tongue now around the underside of his penis, licking and lapping at the hot flesh.

OOOH, yes, Melissa. You must have got it from your mother, I hear she was good at sucking cock. He would not throat fuck her this time.

Next time. He wanted her to learn how to suck his cock first. She felt the penis sliding in and out of her mouth, her tongue running up and down his penis. She could feel the ridges and bumps on it, the veins shooting out from the sides, the rim on the head. Her tongue found the hole at the end, the tip of her tongue running back and forth over it, tasting the salty fluid leaking out. She would do anything not to be whipped, even if it meant sucking his penis. She sucked in, feeling the heavy penis slide farther into her mouth, his hips urging it forward.

She choked when it pushed too far, but she was bound too tightly to prevent it. Uncle Bill had never felt such pleasure before. His hands continued to squeeze her whipped tits, her mouth sucking him harder, hoping to make him cum and stop abusing her whipped flesh. She seemed to be drawing in his cock, the slurping sound as his cock thrust in and out her tightly stretched lips, her lips pursed to suck in the hard cock.

He pulled his cock from her mouth and fed both of his balls in, her cheeks swelling as they were filled with his cum swollen balls. Her tongue lashed out on his ball sack, sucking the heavily laden sacks in deeper.

He was ready to cum, unable to prevent it, her mouth just too good. He pushed his cock back into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around it, sucking the hard cock farther into her hot mouth. Then you will suck my cock again until you learn. She had to make him cum so she could go. Her breasts hurt so badly, his fingers still inciting the pain from the whipping. She felt it push in deeper and then felt it shudder, his hips pushing forward, his cock banging against the back of her throat, making her gag.

He pulled out a little, the bulbous head sitting on her tongue, shuddering as the first load of cum begin to shoot up from his balls. She swallowed once, the cum choking her as it slid slowly down her gullet into her stomach.

She was afraid she would throw up. It felt like she was sucking the cum from his balls, her mouth doing such delightful things to his cock. He shot his first load, hearing her gag as it shot to the back of her throat. Her tongue continued to lash at his cock, as she attempted to swallow his cum. Another shudder, his cock jerking as it spewed forth a ropey load of cum onto her tongue. Two more times he filled her mouth, hearing her swallowing before the next load filled her cheeks.

A choke and a gag, but she still continued to suck, his fingers on her breasts coaxing her to perform as best as she could. Anything to make him cum and stop the molesting of her whipped breasts.

She finally felt it finishing, his cock now shrinking rapidly, not just a limp piece of flesh sitting on her tongue, the salty cum permeating her mouth. He pulled out, his hands pulling the leather straps from her body, her arms slumping down, the feelings have long gone from the bound appendages.

He went back over to his chair and sat down, his cock happy and content, having dumped his load of cum deep into the hot confines of her young body. Chapter 3- Melissa and Lara lose Their Virginity. You live in a nice house; Uncle Bill takes good care of us. We could be out on the street.

This is the least thing you could do. Look at all I have sacrificed for you. I gave up a singing career to take care of you when you were born. Now stop being such a child. I have to go; the other girls are waiting for me.

Melissa was left alone, alone in the house, Uncle Bill waiting for her in his study, ready to take advantage of her body. She looked at the clothes spread out on the bed, cringing again when she saw them.

The skirt was short, a light green flowered skirt that would barely cover her upper thighs. The top was cut at the midriff, her stomach would be naked, just a light tee shirt material. There was a green thong, but no bra. A pair of high heels again, higher then she would ever wore were sitting on the floor. She quickly went into the shower, not wanting to be late. Michael was his best friend, confiding all of his secrets to him. He had been fascinated when he told her about Melissa and the control he had over the young girl.

I have a young girl under my care now, Lara. She is from Spain. Her mother gave me custody of her in order to provide for her education. Bill had agreed, with Michael bringing Lara with him tonight. She was a beautiful girl, brown curly long hair, big beautiful brown eyes that seem to beg you to fuck her, a nice pair of tits, long legs and a great ass. She was eighteen. As I said, I have just begun to train her and she is still quite reluctant. Is Melissa the same way? I have not taken her sexually yet, though I have abused her body some.

And she has used her hands and mouth on me. It would be nice to have two young girls to molest. The door burst open, Melissa walking into the room, startled to see Michel and Lara standing there.

She turned and started walking out when she heard his voice. Michael looked up at her, a beautiful young girl. Different then Lara, being blonde, blue eyes, but their figures were similar.

Both young girls, still filling out, both had small breasts, but firm, tight asses. Yes, he would enjoy this very much. Melissa obeyed Uncle Bill, walking into the room. She looked over at the other girl, seeing in her eyes the same fear she had. Whatever they planned to do, it looked like it concerned both of them. Do both of you know why you are hear? He is training her, just as if I am training you to service my needs.

We have decided that it would be much more enjoyable to do it together. That is the way it is going to be. Much more enjoyable to drive it out of them. I think Lara has the same thing in her, but she is not that familiar with English so it takes her longer to comprehend what is said to her. But once she does, she puts a good fight.

Lara looked at Melissa, there eyes meeting, each knowing what the other was thinking. What were they going to do to them? Melissa backed up as Michael approached, afraid of what was going to happen. It was bad enough with Uncle Bill molesting her, now there were two of them. And with Lara also present to see her humiliation as she is forced to submit to them. He saw her freeze in her tracks, Uncle Bill giving her a stare to obey.

He moved behind her, admiring her body, the light green skirt draped sensuously over her firm ass, the thin top showing her nipples popping out the front. No bra for her. We are going to do such delightful things to you. Melissa trembled as Michael whispered in her ear. She was afraid of what they were going to do. Such a sweet fragrance. We are going to fuck you Melissa.

You are going to lose your virginity tonight, just like Lara. Then it will be your turn, your turn to learn how to fuck. She felt his hand begin to move over her body, starting on her naked stomach, moving up under her top to grasp her naked breasts. She moved her hands up, grabbing his, stopping them before they touched her nipples. Melissa felt his hands begin to move again, his large palms completely covering her small breasts.

She clenched her fists as he molested her teenage breasts unable to stop him. She felt her nipples begin to grow under his palms, pushing into the hot flesh clenched on her breasts.

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Home Stories Submit Login Search. Welcome to Read Indian Sex Stories - here you will find some of the best Indian sex stories and the hottest sex fantasies that will make you cum. Our readers regularly share their most erotic experiences with us and you can too by submitting yours. We hope you enjoy your visit and can keep satisfying you with the best sex stories. Brutal Breast Torture I was highly disappointed with Joan.

And she knew it. Joan comes to me to fulfill her submissive tendencies. I met Joan at work, where she seemed to sense that I had the dominant nature that she desired. Although she is married, she has never asked that I make any attempts to hide the sexual damage that I do to her.

Her husband is a pathetic wimp who won't raise a hand against her, and never questions the various marks and bruises that she "mysteriously" obtains. I have attained immense pleasure from sending her home with embarrassing welts and swellings, knowing that her husband will ignore them, but wonder about what activities could lead to such injuries to her precious body.

Most of the men at the office are incredibly attracted to Joan, and with good reason. At 27, she still conveys an impressive glamour. She dresses impeccably, with her long, thick brown hair proudly worn down at all times. Her face is curiously flat, and her lips form an appealing, pouting frown.

Her manner of dress downplays the size of her breasts, but cannot hide their fullness. She has highly arched eyebrows, and a pert but relatively large nose. Although only 5 ft, 2 inches tall, her legs give an illusion of incredible length and grace. Many have noticed the creamy whiteness of her skin, and the slightly full look of the flesh on her arms. She frustrates the men by walking very quickly, so that most never get the opportunity to drink in her full beauty.

We maintain a very professional relationship at the office, although I occasionally like to put her in her place. Usually, she submits to my will, but on this occasion, she displayed unacceptable resistance. My demands were modest enough: I merely wished to slap her small ass once as her boss approached us from several feet down the hall.

Evidently, she didn't want to be seen undergoing this by her superior, since he would consider her a slut for not protesting such a clearly insulting and illegal assault on her treasured body. When she refused, I left her immediately, returning to my office fuming. An hour later, Joan entered my office whispering apologies and explanations.

I don't need you. There are thousands of women who will gladly submit to my will. When will you ever find a man like me who will give you what you deserve? Not for a long while. How long can you live with the weak tenderness of that pussy you married without crying out for the pain you crave?

And how will he look at you then? He's a good provider, but is he willing to subject you to what you need? We need to be finished before the sun goes down. But she knew I wouldn't say. Joan was clearly repentant, since she arrived at I made her wait until the appointed time, preparing my equipment, and forcing her to anticipate the torment that awaited her. She knew it would be the worst of our sessions. I occasionally glanced at her through the one-way mirror, and I could see that she was highly aroused at the unknowable ordeal that lay ahead.

Finally, I opened the door and led her into what was to be Hell for the afternoon. She seemed taken aback by the sparse furnishings of the "dungeon. I held a length of coarse rope, and I had set up a video camera to record the event. There was also a cardboard box, but I didn't care to reveal its contents to Joan yet. Joan was still wearing the white silk blouse and blue skirt she had worn to work, as I had insisted.

I put my hands upon the collars, and ripped the blouse down her shoulders. She winced, knowing she would have nothing else to wear home she had long ago learned not to bring extra clothes with her in her car; she knew I would follow her home and be sure that she walked back into her house wearing whatever I wished. And of course I always insisted that she call her husband before she went home, with me listening on the extension, so that he would be awake to see her state when she returned to him.

Next, I tucked my fingers under the beltline of her skirt and yanked with all my might. I held the remnants of the skirt in my hand, and looked at her lying on the carpet. A sturdy bra held her soft breasts in place, and pantyhose covered her pale legs.

I kicked her in the ribs hard, and she let out a squeal. I didn't have to tell her to remove the panty hose. She quickly doffed them, revealing her gorgeous legs. Next she pulled down her panties, and tossed them away, knowing she would never see those again. Finally, she released the hooks of her bra, and her magnificent tits fell into view. From this point, she obeyed my commands without hesitation. I ordered Joan to sit under the coffee table. The table was the perfect height upon which to rest her tits.

I took the rope and tied it tightly above her knees, spreading her legs to fasten them to the opposite legs of the table. I wound the rope about her arms, and tied them to the same table legs that secured her own legs, so that she was fastened to the table, unable to move, with her lovely boobs lying before her on the table top. Now I revealed my plan to her. If all goes well, it will be twice as big as it was before! She was ungagged, as I wanted to her the inevitable screams of pain she would utter this afternoon.

I undid my leather belt, and held it up threateningly. I feasted on the fear in her eyes, and then let loose with a savage whip upon her left tit, which lay immobile, resting on the coffee table. She screamed, as expected and desired, as the belt lashed across the top of her breast. Immediately, a violent red welt arose across that tender flesh.

I quickly followed with three more lashings against her lovely boob. I stopped to admire my handiwork. The last stroke had lacerated the skin, and a raw strip appeared, oozing streaks of blood.

Joan looked up at me with a mixture of loathing and desire. She didn't protest. Then I opened the cardboard box. From it, I retrieved an ordinary thumbtack. I brandished it before Joan. She was accustomed to piercings from delicately slender hypodermic needles, but never anything like this. She knew what she was in for, though. I held her nipple against the table and poised the tack above it. I pressed the rather blunt point against the tender pink protuberance until she felt the pain.

Then, without warning, I pressed down against the head of the tack, forcing it through Joan's nipple into the tabletop. Joan screamed, and began to cry from the pain. I'm strong, but this was a hardwood table, and the tack had simply pierced the nipple, not going into the table.

That wasn't good enough for me, so I returned to the cardboard box, returning with a carpenter's hammer. Before she realized it, I slammed her pierced nipple with the metal hammerhead. Blood spurted from her abused nipple as the tack was driven deeply into the wood. Her nipple turned purple and began to swell, but the punishment didn't satisfy me.

From the box I took a rubber-headed mallet, used to hammer dents out of automobiles. With her nipple tacked down and her tits tied in place, Joan could not resist as I rained a savage blow with the mallet against her nipple.

Almost instantaneously, her ravaged nippled puffed up to the size of a marshmallow, purple and swollen. I had knocked the tack free from the table, although it remained impaled in her damaged bud. In a rage, I now began to hammer at the thick flesh of her bountiful tit, hitting it hard all over.

Black and blue bruises arose quickly as I pounded at the fatty mass of Joan's left tit. Swelling occurred before my eyes, and after about 40 blows, her tit was an engorged mound of bruised purple flesh. In a frenzy, now, I slapped her face savagely, turning her left cheek a bright crimson. Unable to contain myself, I slammed a fist against the left side of her face, quickly raising a swollen black eye.

I sat back now and drank in the scene. Joan's lovely face was marred with a huge bruise, and her left tit was swollen horrendously. Now I was satisfied. But of course, I wanted her to display her punishment, so I released her, and handed her a bikini left behind by a previous girlfriend.

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